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Xuebing Du
trying on a metaphor
dirt enthusiast
YOU ARE THE REASON

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.
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Three Goblin Art

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@youseeusy
“To love your own sadness as if it were something more precious than gold is what it means to be a melancholic person. Melancholy is the intimate nature you have with your sorrow. Melancholy is the enlightenment you experience when it comes to being lost.”
— Juansen Dizon
“It’s easy to know who I am when I am at peace with my sadness.”
— Juansen Dizon
illicit affairs and clandestine meetings.
“Let’s raise children who won’t have to recover from their childhoods.”
— Pam Leo
— March 13, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries
Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
“There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand — without you even speaking a word.”
— Yasmin Mogahed
“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”
— Unknown
Some chapters of life don’t actually have an apparent ending. They just fade away silently.
It’s a strange feeling to look back at the past sometimes and see how some parts of life have simply dissolved into nothingness. And even though this poem might sound sad, I believe that being mindful of the transience of life actually helps us to feel all the preciousness and beauty of it.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke
— Clarice Lispector, from “The Stream of Life.”
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Natalie Díaz, from “American Arithmetic”, Postcolonial Love Poem (2020)
Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes
[ID: text which reads, “I, too, have been losing my gentleness since the first young wound.” end text. End ID.]
you know, absolutely